Worn out from very early mornings and very late nights. When I was on my mission, I promised myself I would sleep in for the rest of my life once I got back to America. Yeah, that happened once, maybe. I realized I'm just not the sleeping-in type. I feel like my greatest hours of productivity are in the wee hours of the morning, There's no greater time for hiking, baking, reading, working out, fly fishing.... Yes, I went fly fishing for the first time ever with my friend Conley. I got to tromp around in Provo River wearing waders that were about 30 sizes too big for me. I kind of just imagined I was in "A River Runs Through It" and that Robert Redford would pop out from behind the cattails at any minute. The setting was stunning. Catch of the day: two bushes, several sticks, and a nasty knot in my line. So sue me. Conley said I had great casting form, so the way I see it, as long as I look good fishing, the number of fish caught is of little importance.
|Gone Fishin'......I've always wanted to say that|
|Photos courtesy of my roommate, Sierra Debenham|
Completely fulfilled because this weekend was General Conference, a conference held semi-annually when the prophet, his apostles, and other general authorities of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints speak. It was great. Powerful. Straight-forward. Bold. Inspiring. Spiritual fuel. It was confirmed to me over and over again that President Thomas S. Monson really is a mouthpiece for God and a living witness that Jesus Christ is the Savior of the world.
|Taken on my hike to Stewart Falls last weekend|
Happy Sunday and Happy Fall, everyone.